and i do not want to be a rose//i do not wish to be pale pink//but flower scarlet, flower gold//and have no thorns to distance mei'm leaving tomorrow for something i've never known. and it's easy to sit here and be a bitch to my mom because i'm scared of leaving. and staying home tonight is growing in its appeal because then i won't have to say
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